My Dear Amelia | Enzo St. John

Four

 Amelia didn't go back that way for the next few days. She didn't want to see Enzo. He had had absolutely no right to say those things, yet he'd done so, anyway.

 But the other part of the reason she was avoiding him, she realized, was that he was right. Everything he had said about her was true. She knew it was true, and she just didn't want to face the facts.

 Instead, she threw all of her energies into work. She did so well those few days that it earned her a few compliments on her work. But what she didn't anticipate was the other kind of attention she was attracting.

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 Amelia was walking back through the upstairs hallway to go downstairs, but froze when she saw the younger Mr. March on the stairs.
 
 "Ms. Black." He finished making his way up the stairs. "We meet again. How are you?"

 "I am well," she said stiffly. "I trust you are well, sir?"

 "Well, indeed. I must say, you look lovely this evening, Ms. Black."

 She gave a small curtsy. "Thank you. If you will excuse me, sir, I have duties I must still attend to."

 "But surely that can wait." He grabbed her gently but firmly by the arm. "I thought...perhaps we could talk." 

 Amelia froze. "I do not think there is anything we must discuss, sir." 

 "There could be." He pulled her closer to him. "We could be friends, you and I. Would you like that, Ms. Black? Most people would like to have powerful friends." 

 "I-I don't think it's a good idea, sir. Please let me-"

 "Now, now," he shushed her, "Don't worry. No one's around. No one is going to see us. This could be our little secret, Ms. Black."

 Amelia knew what he was suggesting, and there was no way she was agreeing.

 "Let go of me!" She pushed him away as hard as she could, but that only resulted in more struggling between them. 

 As she struggled to get out of his grip, neither one realized how close they were to the stairway. While he swore and called her hurtful things and she tried to get away from him, her constant pushing knocked young Mr. March right over the bannister. Amelia would have gone over as well if she hadn't gotten a grip on it and kept herself from falling.

 She heard the terrible crack when young Mr. March hit the ground. She was frozen, not knowing what to do. Then, all in a rush, she ran to her room and got the few things she owned together.

 She couldn't stay there now, not anymore. Whether or not she had killed young Mr. March by accident, his parents were powerful people; they could easily have her arrested, or at least ruin the chance of her finding work elsewhere. No, it was for her own good if she left now and didn't come back.

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 Amelia was able to quietly exit through the old servants' entrance without being seen. Where to go next, she had no idea. She didn't know anyone who would take her in. The only person she did know was Enzo. She could go to the club, see if he was there. He might know somewhere she could go.

 However, when she arrived at the club, there was a swarm of cars and men whom were obviously police officers. The place had been found out. She couldn't go any closer now.

 She walked to her right and found herself in an alleyway. She heard footsteps from somewhere nearby, but it was too dark to see anything. She was startled when she there came a muffled scream from somewhere ahead of her. She backed out of the alleyway as fast as she could.

 "Amelia?" she heard. 

 She turned back around at the familiar voice. It was Enzo. But as he stepped out of the alleyway, Amelia saw the blood around his lips and on his face.

 "I can explain," he said. "There's one thing about me I forgot to mention. I...am a vampire."